People will always follow their own experience to make judgments about things, and wizards can't jump out of this circle either.

They may have respect for an elderly man like Dumbledore, but they would never have that respect for a child.

Even though Connor had already shown his level of magic to be able to see through the illusion spell at a glance, his childlike physique still forced Fudge to show contempt.

Just an ordinary student.

Or rather, just a student related to Dumbledore!

After a brief glance at Connor, Fudge's gaze refocused on the white-haired old man.

"What the hell is going on, Albus."

Obviously, he had a small face before, but he turned his head and became serious.

"I think you should give me an explanation."

The implication is that Mr. Minister does not believe this at all.

This seemed to have some subtle meaning, which was passed on not only to Dumbledore and them, but also to his loyal doglegs.

"It's just fake, how can a kid beat Pettigrew?"

Before Fudge could say anything more, Umbridge shouted at the top of her voice.

"It's definitely a conspiracy! Conspiracy! ”

"Quiet!"

Fudge shouted.

"But the minister ......"

"I'll keep you quiet, Dorelos."

The Minister sang in harmony with his men, and Connor, as for him, just smiled at the amusing scene, and clasped his hands over his chest.

Not noticing the small gesture, Fudge just looked at Dumbledore.

"Albus, we should be fact-oriented, shouldn't we?"

As for Dumbledore, his position was very clear.

"I know you're surprised by this, it's hard to believe."

Between the words, the old wizard also glanced at the red-haired little wizard who was watching a play entirely.

After sighing secretly, a smile quickly appeared on his face:

"But it's true, and when I learned everything, our little wizard had come to me with the arrested Pettigrew...... You're right, Severus, I remember you were there. ”

“……”

Snape twitched the corners of his mouth as the headmaster kicked the ball over at random.

"Of course."

His dark eyes were silent, and Snape spoke slowly.

"He was a genius and is still praised by professors."

It's hard to say, and it has the flavor of reading lines.

In this dialogue and environment, it reveals a certain sense of ridicule.

"But he's just a student, Albus, this kind of thing ......"

"We shouldn't judge a wizard's accomplishments by their age, and children often have rare qualities that we've lost."

"Albus ......"

"They may be impulsive, but they are extremely brave, they never follow the rules, but they often have a whimsical idea that can turn defeat into victory - so-called magic is such a magical thing, isn't it?"

Dumbledore's tone was as good as ever, full of persuasion and inducement.

It's just that, as a headmaster and teacher, he is no longer facing a student, but the noble British Minister of Magic.

"So, what the hell are you trying to say, Albus."

The adult world never pays attention to persuasion, they only talk about the purpose.

"Nothing, just wanted to introduce you to our little heroes at Hogwarts...... I think he deserves the credit he deserves, doesn't he? ”

"Honorable ......"

Apparently thinking of something, Fudge's face stiffened.

In the wizarding world as a whole, there are many things that can be called 'honor'.

For example, the certificate of the International Potions Competition, or the duel medal or something.

However, these false names obviously cannot be compared with this matter.

If it was really Peter who the boy caught, then those were the things he should have applied for!

"I hope you can write a letter of recommendation for this kid when the time comes, and I will sign it."

“…… That's a lot of work. ”

After a moment of silence, Fudge pulled up his stiff smile.

"I remember when I applied for the Order of Merlin, it took a long time to get it down."

With such emotion, Mr. Minister, who had reorganized his mood, turned his attention to the child on the side.

"I have achieved this at such a young age, and I hope you will not be lost in the future."

Fudge walked slowly over to Connor and patted him on the shoulder.

"Perhaps, you will become a wizard even greater than Albus."

"Really?"

Connor asked.

"Really."

Fudge nodded.

"I'm looking forward to your growth and what you can do in the future."

Reaching out and pressing his wide-brimmed hat, he turned to look at his two cronies.

"Take Peter with you."

Umbridge and Scrimgeur, who had not said a word at first, left with the puppet-like man, and Fudge said hello one last time:

"Well, I still have a lot of things to do at the Ministry of Magic, so I'll leave first."

Looking at Mr. Minister's back, Connor's smile finally couldn't hold back.

"Ahem."

After coughing lightly twice, he shook his head helplessly.

"Does our minister, do you think he is handsome?"

This was obviously meant to liven up the atmosphere, but unfortunately, even Dumbledore, who had always maintained a playful and youthful attitude, did not respond to him.

"Speaking of which, he seems to have used me as a pawn for you, Headmaster."

Still without a response, the old man just stared at the exit, as if looking far away.

Perhaps, he wasn't interested in Fudge's whereabouts, or the entire Ministry.

"Anyway, now that this is over, it's time for me to go back to my office, and I still have student work to correct."

The big bat flicked its cloak and left through another secret passage.

Seeing his windy walk, Connor shrugged his shoulders helplessly:

"Professor Snape must be very unwilling to do that, I'm sure he must have a whole set of 'gift packages' waiting for Peter Pettigrew to slowly experience it, but it doesn't seem like that kind of opportunity now."

However, in the face of the light-hearted words, Dumbledore still did not respond.

Completely abandoning that ease and pleasure, the old headmaster at this moment seemed to be visibly tired.

"It's a tragedy, Connor."

"Is the headmaster blaming me for making a joke about the tragedy?"

"No ......"

Dumbledore shook his head.

He inhaled deeply, as if he had mustered up the courage to say the next words:

"I just hope that the rest of the day will be okay."

"I hope so...... too"

Gradually, the smile faded from Connor's face.

"If the Ministry of Magic can't do justice through formal channels, then I'll use my own methods to get justice."